Zack sat back with a cocky grin. If this didn't convince Terri to be his, he didn't know what would. He had gone out and bought 75 candles and decorated the front room with them. The soft glow of candlelight was the only illumination allowed in his romantic scene. When Terri came home, she would probably flip. He had listened carefully over the weeks that...
I was nineteen years old near the end of the summer of 1977. To say that I was sexually inexperienced would be an understatement. I had made out with a girl one time. During the course of this frantic kissing spree I had moved my hand to her breast, cupping it through her clothes. After a prompt rebuff I did not make a second attempt. I felt rejected. After...
I heard the giggling downstairs and turned my music up slightly to drown it out. Amanda, my girlfriend, was hosting her first lingerie party for her friends. It was something she had decided to do in her spare time and, seeing as she was a natural born sales-person, I was sure she'd manage to shift a few bits and pieces to her friends. I had been banished to...
Jenna was ecstatic when she won two tickets to her favorite wrestling event which was coming to town that weekend. She decided to take her best friend Angela with her since there was always a large amount of men attending and her friend wanted a chance to meet someone new. Jenna was especially excited to get the chance to go backstage to meet her favorite wr...
Hello again, and welcome this third chapter of my String of Luck. There are a few other chapters coming afterwards; if you want to read them (hint: feedback!) and if I have the time and patience to write them. By now most of you understand what I mean by "String of Luck". The first thing on the list is Nella, the green-eyed, blooming-body woman I'm lucky to...
"Let's go to Chinatown." "Why?" I asked, cradling the phone between my head and shoulder as I finished stirring some guacamole. "I need to do some research for my ethnography class. We're supposed to interview someplace every week for the entire quarter and then write a paper on it. It's boring by myself. Come on, go with me. All the really cool kids are d...
Your name is David. You’re 28 years old, 6 feet tall, 180 lbs., with brown eyes, dark hair, a square jaw, broad shoulders, and have managed to keep your athletic physique from your years playing college baseball. You’re currently working as a Massage Therapist at the local health club to help pay for bills as you complete your post-graduate studies to become...
The next day, I think we both expected to take it a little easy. Our little foray into sexual openness had been thrilling, but I was nervous about where it would go from here if I didn't step on the brakes a little. I'm sure Michelle was having similar thoughts. We talked about it on the way out of camp. I asked her, "How do you feel, baby?" She said, "Oh,...
I remember the spring of '87 as vividly as if it were yesterday. It sounds unreal, but this was the school that featured coed saunas and I recalled seeing a coed nude swim featured on the school weekly calendar. A sophomore at UMass-Amherst with an interest in dance inspired by my high school girlfriend Heather, in January I was looking over courses availabl...
Following on from Chapter 2, it's the next day at The Salon. Kayleigh has a "special" client and Donna, regretful over yesterday's event, receives help from an unlikely source. *** As Kayleigh led her client to her treatment room she passed by Donna who was standing white faced at the end of the shop. She smiled at her younger colleague but Donna appeared...